In a stereotypical manner he looked out his window through a crack in the blinds, one hand on the hip, the other spreading the blinds a part. He called over his shoulder to his wife in the kitchen, “Dave’s at it again!”

Rolling her eyes she marched into the front room chastising him, “Would you just leave him alone, give him the privacy you would want!”

He didn’t even care to look back at her to give his response, “I know he’s up to something…and it can’t be good with how secretive he’s being about it…”

“You can’t be serious, go ahead and waste all the time you want!” she practically screamed at him as she threw her hands up in the air. His obsession was frustrating her more than it should. As she walked away she jabbed once more, “you look ridiculous Jeff, you look like the stereotypical dad right now.”

He didn’t break his stare once, didn’t even know if she was still in the room or not. He just kept watching. Fine if she didn’t care but someone should. It was his responsibility to watch out for the family anyways. You know, make sure they’re safe. Dave could bring all sorts of trouble to the neighborhood if he got involved with the wrong people.

For the past few months Jeff had noticed all sorts of weird things going on. Seemed like there was a different car each day. The people who were driving these cars looked shadier by the day. Dave was throwing a lot if garbage away. Was he dealing drugs? Selling stolen property? Jeff didn’t know but whatever he was doing it didn’t look good. He had brought it up with the HOA but they had said they couldn’t do anything about “speculation”. So he sat there watching waiting for some hard evidence.